Almighty and all present power,Short is the prayer I make to thee;I do not ask in battle hourFor any shield to cover me.
The vast unalterable way,From which the stars do not depart,May not be turned aside to stayThe bullet flying through my heart.
I ask no help to strike my foe;I seek no petty victory here;The enemy I hate, I knowTo thee is dear.
But this I pray, be at my side,When death is drawing through the sky;Almighty Lord, who also diedTeach me the way that I should die.
